>It was time to do your solemn duty.
>'Don't shoot the messenger!' You would say jokingly.
>You know full well she wouldn't hold back.
>Being the Mayor's Aide is...trying...at times.
>Like now.
>But more often than not, it's just fetching stuff.
>Ever since you arrived in Equestria, the mayor of the town you live in wanted to keep your close.
>So here you are, walking towards her office with a stack of papers, waiting approval.
>A varied amount of subjects, for sure.
>The Apple family requests to cut down more of the Everfree for the orchard.
>Rarity is buying claims in the quarries for gem hunting.
>Maybe you tossed in a restraining order against Fluttershy, but that's aside the point.
>What's most important lies at the very bottom.
>Beneath all the standard law dribble...
>You make it to her office.
>Three knocks on the door, and a cheerful voice pops up on the other end.
>"Yes yes, come in!"
>Why were you so hesitant?
>Oh, right, the document.
>Swallowing your fear, you walk in the room.
 
>"Anon, good to see you!"
>She's bright and cheerful as ever.
"Hello Mayor Mare."
>"Oh please Anon, just call me Mare."
>So informal.
"Alright Mare, I have a new stack of documents for you..."
>Handing her the stack, she places it on her desk.
>"Ugh, another set of legal documents? Let's get this over with.."
>She picks up the first paper.
>"Applejack requesting to cut down more Everfree! Absolutely not! The wildlife needs a place to stay too."
>You nod in agreement. Absolutely right.
>She stamps the paper with a deep red VOID stamp, and pushes it aside.
>"Next...Rarity's gem expedition? Of course! It brings in such revenue for the town."
>Right again. Mayor Mare knows her stuff when it comes to P0nyville.
>Switching stamps, she marks this one with a vibrant green APPROVED.
>She starts speeding through the other, more obvious requests.
>Yes, more school funding.
>No, cutting wages for sky-clearers.
>The list goes on, and Mayor Mare handled it all with ease.
>Impressive to say the least, you would have no idea where to begin with all this stuff.
>"A restraining order on Fluttershy. Another one?"
>So you aren't the first? Odd.
>She approves it without a second glance.
>Finally, she reaches the bottom of the stack.
>You're sweating bullets as she picks it up to read.
>"Ah, a res..."
>Silence.
"My, uh, resignation form."
 
>Before you can get out another word, she's slams the red stamp on the sheet.
>Again.
>And again.
>And again.
>Eventually, it's as if the paper was bleeding, the red ink dripping from it in such high quantities.
>She looks up at you.
>"How DARE you!"
>Standing up from her mayoral seat, she stomp in front of you.
>"You want to stop working here? After how nicely I've treated you?!"
>You're way past backed up into the wall at this point.
"Listen for a second..."
>"No."
>A stern look meets your eyes.
>"I've made sure you working here was smooth and painless, I've given you good hours and good pay..."
"I know, just-"
>"I gave you extra breaks, easy assignments..."
"Yes, and I-"
>"You spent most of your time helping ME out..."
>You say nothing, as you could swear tears are starting to form.
>"And, I thought you ENJOYED working under me..."
"I do, but..."
>She doesn't interrupt this time.
"...I have a few issues with your employee's policies."
 
>She seems shocked at this.
>"How! I've made sure EVERYTHING was fair!"
"You did a great job of it, but there's one thing that I've looked over, and it's a dealbreaker for me."
>On the verge of crying, she looks at you.
>"What is it, I can change it!"
>With a sly grin, you hold up a copy of your Employee's handbook.
"You see, it says in here that you aren't allowed to date fellow staff members..."
>She's speechless.
"And I had this dinner reservation tonight at 6, so I was hoping..."
>Unable to finish your own sentence, you're interrupted by a swift smack to the forehead.
>"You can have the rest of the day off. I expect you first thing in the morning tomorrow."
>With that, she walks out of the room.
>That was abrupt.
>Is that a...yes? Or...
>Confused as hell, you rub the forehead bump lightly.
>It feels...wet.
>Were you sweating that much?
>You leave the office shortly after her, and head to the restroom to clean up.
>Before you manage to put a towel to your face, you notice it.
>In vibrant green ink.
>'APPROVED'.